s. You see, I did not understand then the impossibility, the great
gulf fixed. I dreamed that good fortune might give me something to do
worth while."

"And fate has been unkind?"

"In a way, yes," and he laughed rather grimly. "I had my
chance--twice; honorable mention, and all that, but that ended it.
There is no bridge across the chasm. An enlisted man is not held fit
for any higher position; if that was not sufficient to bar me, the fact
that I had fought for the South would."

"You were in the Confederate army? You must have been very young."

"Oh, no; little more than a boy, of course, but so were the majority of
my comrades. I was in my senior college year when the war broke out.
But, Miss McDonald, this will never do! See how light it is growing.
There, they have begun firing already. We must get back out of sight
behind the sand-dunes."

CHAPTER X

THE RIPENING OF ACQUAINTANCE

They needed to retire but a few steps to be entirely concealed, yet so
situated as to command a view across the muddy stream. The sun had not
risen above the horizon, but the gray dawn gave misty revealment of the
sluggish-flowing river, the brown slope opposite, and the darker shadow
of bluffs beyond. The popping of those distant guns had ceased by the
time they attained their new position, and they could distinguish the
Indians--mere black dots against the brown slope--advancing in a
semicircle toward the silent stage. Evidently they were puzzled,
fearful of some trickery, for occasionally a gun would crack viciously,
the brown smoke plainly visible, the advancing savages halting to
observe the effect. Then a bright colored blanket was waved aloft as
though in signal, and the entire body, converging toward the deserted
coach, leaped forward with a wild yell, which echoed faintly across the
water.

The girl hid her face in the sand, with a half-stifled sob, but the
Sergeant watched grimly, his eyes barely above the ridge. What would
they do when they discovered the dead bodies?--when they realized that
others had eluded their vigilance during the night? Would they be able
to trace them, or would his ruse succeed? Of course their savage
cunning would track them as far as the river--there was no way in which
he could have successfully concealed the trail made down the gully, or
the marks left on the sandy bank. But would they imagine he had dared
to cross the broad stream, burdened with the girl, confrontin